Ok, ok... I know I disappointed most of you with that last chapter... and I sincerely hope this one makes up for it. Just to let you all know, that even though Naomily isn't exactly in a relationship, the feelings, the emotions, the wanting and the uh... ahem, shagging is still there hehe. As shown in this next chapter. It's a very complicated story, but then again it is based on my life, and I lead a very complicated life!

Warning: Contains explicit sex scene... yes I've gotten a little more confident with my sex scene, just hope it pays off lol =S

Please do enjoy

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Chapter Twenty-five

"Fuck sake" I curse out loud, throwing my pen at the wall in front of me. There is only so much work a girl can do, and trust me, over the last few months I've done plenty!

I'm only doing it to take everything off my mind, but as I've said before, it doesn't work. Trying to write an essay on WW2 while remembering the insane orgasm you had a week ago, well, it doesn't work.

"Naomi!" My mum shouts up, "Here" It's not even a question, it's a demand, and it pisses me off a little more. So I stomp out like an ignorant teenager, waiting to scream all hell at my mother, only to see her standing in the hallway looking stunning.

"Wow"

"Does it look ok?" She's wearing a black dress, a v-neck shape, a red belt over her stomach and she's actually straightened her hair,

"Yeah you look great" I smile, "Got a date?"

"I have actually" She beams,

"Oh aye" I wink at her, and she slaps me on the arm a little,

"Not like that, child" She blushes a little and I giggle. This should be weird, making innuendos about my mother's sex life, but then again my mum is like my best friend, so luckily it isn't weird. "It's just a guy from work"

"Play safe" I grin at her, she just glares,

"Right, I'm going now, there's some money on the side if you want to order in, I know you're busy with college work"

"Thanks mum" I lean in, kissing her cheek, "You look really nice"

"Thanks daughter" She smiles, "I won't be back too late"

"I won't be expecting you back at all" She laughs as she walks down the stairs, shouting a quick 'love you' at me, which I return.

She's definitely cheered me up. That is until I sit back down at my desk, books scattered everywhere, scrunched up pieces of paper, and a small scribble at the bottom of the page I'm working on which makes me smile.

I must have absentmindedly scrawled Emily in the bottom corner of the room, going over it with my pen a few times. Must have been when I was reminiscing. I scratch my head, taking a deep breath and starting my work again.

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Ok, it didn't work, so now I've come to the conclusion that changing my room around is a good idea to get her out of my mind, if only for a short while. I've currently moved my bed, my desk, my telly, my wardrobe, put them exactly where I wanted them. I only started five minutes ago.

Stick a broom up my arse as well while I'm on it!

I scratch my temple, debating whether or not I should attempt to move the broken wardrobe. I decide against it.

I pick a fag up, putting it to my smiling mouth, satisfied with my little energy burst. But as I light it, I can no longer be arsed! I sit down in my chair, glancing round the room.

Don't you just love swivel chairs? When I'm deep in thought I love nothing more than to lean back, and swing, not too fast, otherwise I'll throw up, but just fast enough for my patterned ceiling to turn into a bunch of spirals. My foot continually pushes against the leg of my desk, making my spin constant. Until I hear loud banging at the door. I stop, twatting my foot in the wrong place and wincing in pain, "Bollocks!" I shout to the inanimate object which injured me, like somehow it was its fault.

I hobble down the stairs, turning on a few lights as I go, the incessant banging isn't hurrying me any faster. I open the door, and I see something which stops my heart.

Emily, panting, sweating a little, her eyes staring at me, staring so fucking deep that its making me nervous, "Emily... what's wrong?" She pants a few more times, swallowing audibly, her head lifts up, staring at me once more,

"I fucking need to kiss you" she pants, "Please for the life of me, tell me your home alone" I smile widely,

"I'm home alone" Her lips crash with mine, making my knees instantly weak. She slams the door with her foot as she presses her cold body against mine. I shiver as she deepens the kiss, her mouth still panting.

She pushes my body up against the wall beside us, I feel every inch of her body being pressed into mine. She lifts my arms up, pushing them against the wall, pinning me. Her lips devour mine as she gets more urgent, she mumbles something between the kisses, I can't quite make it out, but she says it again, "I've missed you". Her lips move to my neck, biting, sucking, licking, and I feel my knees cave, but luckily she's pinned me, and I can't move.

I stabilize myself as she lets my hands go, her urgent hands lifting my top up, over my head and throwing it to the ground, she kisses me deeply again, my arms falling round her neck, wanting, no, needing her to hold me.

My heart is almost bursting through my chest as she stops, looking at me hungrily, her breath almost growling, something which I'm finding very sexy.

I don't think we'll make it up the stairs. A week of pent up frustration unleashing. I know it's not long, but fuck... I need her. She guides my limp body to the couch. Sitting me down. She unbuttons my jeans, but my hand stops her. She looks at me cautiously, and I can only smile devilishly at her. I feel confident, I feel so much confidence that I take over this situation. "My turn" Her eyes widen, but she smiles, she kneel down before me as I take her top off, my fingers exploring her soft skin.,

I'm in no hurry tonight, I want to remember every single inch of her, every curve. Her skin erupts in goosebumps as my fingers trace over her soft skin. I pull on her hips gently, asking for her to stand up. I feel slight nerves tingle my stomach as I know where I'm leading this, but my confidence over-shines it all.

I need to taste her. My lips gently brush against her stomach as my fingers undo her jeans, pulling them down. Emily's hands rest gently on my head as I feel her breathing increase. She steps out of her jeans as I continue kissing her. My hands guide her hips to the couch, sitting her down. I pull at the back of her legs, making her slouch. Her eyes studying me, her teeth biting her lip, her hands resting on her perfectly smooth stomach. I pull at her underwear, pulling them over her thighs, and under her feet, leaving them on the floor.

I have no idea what I'm doing... but it doesn't matter, I'm making it up as I go along. I look into her eyes, and I see the faint blush that has tainted her white cheeks. I feel a small smile spread across my lips as I realise that she's more nervous than I am.

Everything feels right with her.

I kiss her soft knee, my hands resting on her thighs, my eyes never leaving her. I slowly work my way up, making my way to my destination. My nerves are heightened as I panic a little, only a little though, it doesn't stop me. With one final look at her, I delve into the unknown... My fingers run up her wet folds, eliciting a slight groan from her, her body arching slightly. My head leans in slowly, plucking up more and more courage the closer I get.

My lips surround her swollen nub, sucking slightly, my tongue runs over it, feeling Emily's body twitch slightly.

I'm testing the water, seeing what reaction I get. I hear her breath pick up as I bite, not hard, but my tongue flicks over the now hardened nub, and I get a deep guttural moan, I feel an instant rush of liquid to my centre as I hear this.

Her hands grab at the couch as I continue this, applying more pressure, sucking harder, getting louder moans from her. All I'm thinking is 'I hope I'm not shit'... possibly one of the worst things to think about while actually in the act of sex, but I try my very best. I look at her, and it is possibly the sexiest vision I have ever seen in my entire life.

Her body is arched, her ribs protruding slightly, her lip is fused between her teeth, a light layer of sweat covers her body... her hair is messy, her fingers ruffle them as I continue with my tongue. Her eyebrows furrow as she lets out another moan. I keep watching, knowing what I'm going to do next, I watch and wait for her reaction. My hand lifts up, running over her wet folds again, before I push two in, I watch as her eyes widen, her body collapses against the back of the couch as her teeth can no longer hold it in anymore, "Fuck" she almost screams out.

Her breaths come in short now, my fingers working away, my tongue continuing flicking, licking and sucking. Even I'm close to fucking coming, just watching her.

A thicker layer of sweat envelops her body, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. Her hand slaps against the couch, clutching at it desperately. I feel her body twitch, I feel her hips jerk. I keep watching, watching as her eyes roll into the back of her head, her teeth bite harder, her hand clasps harder... but I don't stop. I pick up the pace. My fingers moving furiously, my tongue almost numb, but still I don't stop. She makes quick short moans as her body arches again, painfully this time.

I add another finger, making her moan even louder, I curve all three, feeling a soft spot.

She tastes fucking amazing. A sweet taste. I can't get enough. The top half of her body twitches now, her hips jerking spontaneously, her chest shrinking and expanding with such force. "Oh, fuck" She says, "Fuck... fuck" She keeps saying, her voice hoarse, her lips reddened. And with one final flick of my tongue I feel it.

It's like all her energy has built up in her chest, and in that one moment it's been pushed out, her entire body shudders, her legs straighten, her toes stretch. All I can do is watch in awe, watch as her body completely breaks down, in a good way, and all cause of me. I feel a rush of warm liquid around my fingers. I take them out.

I kneel in front of her. Watching as her body calms, watching as her breath stabilizes. She hasn't opened her eyes yet. But I watch, I take this in. All of it.

She finally opens her eyes, looking at me so intently. She sits up, her face barely inches away from mine as she looks bashful. Her hand lifts up, brushing through her hair. Her breath is still shaky, her body twitching a little. She smiles lazily, leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips.

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She's still here an hour later, and I can still taste her. I'm embarrassed, this much is obvious. We stuck a film on, brought my duvet down and are now crashing out on the couch... Which is forever changed for me now.

"Was I..." I struggle, chewing on my lip. She looks at me, smiling, obviously knowing what I'm about to ask, but waiting, "Ok?" She giggles, obviously knowing that she's torturing me... "I mean I know you're more experienced than me in tha... I mean... I haven't done it before... It's just" I cringe, but she grabs my hand, looking at me closely,

"Naomi, listen to me now, ok?" I nod, "I'm not going to blow smoke up your arse but..." oh fuck, "That... what we did... that was the most amazing thing I've felt... and it's not 'cause you're a sex god" She giggles, "Although you are good" She cringes herself now, "But it's because I love you... I'm so in love with you that anything that happens between us is amazing, but that, that was fucking amazing. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about, not at all" Now I feel a blush burn my cheeks, and her hand rubs over it, I look at her again and she smiles, leaning in and kissing me softly.

"Thanks" I say, pulling away, the blush still apparent. I don't let go of her hand though, I entwine our fingers, loving that such a simple act can make me so happy.

"You definitely are a dark horse though" She chuckles, watching the film. I smile widely...

Never been happier...

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